A guy I don’t know very well handed me his yearbook and asked me if I wanted to sign it.
I said yes, and shortly after he added, “Just don’t write anything gay.”
I wrote this:
Fuck my actual butthole. You are a boy and so am I. We are going to have sex that is gay. Pound my rock hard cock and bite me.
i don’t know what these are but i love them
what a great one year anniversary.
pros: i ordered your present, a double band silver and gold celtic ring, three weeks ago. i found a beautiful antique chest i was going to drive an hour and a half away to go buy. i made dinner reservations at one of your favorite restaurants. i woke you up this morning with coffee to give you your present and you loved it.
cons: the chest was sold when they told me they would hold it for me. it was fucking hot as balls out today while we were packing. you didn’t get me anything or do anything for our anniversary. i was at least hoping for flowers or breakfast in bed. really anything. we didn’t go to dinner and I’m not really sure why.
I know you feel terrible and I don’t want to make you feel worse. But I do wish you did something, literally anything. It’s sweet how you’re trying to make it up to me but I can’t help but feel like the damage is already done. I just want to sleep to get away from how much it hurts.